"You have seen it thoroughly, it's just ants, an old monument, what a shame."

In the chariot, no one spoke, An Lan was calm, holding the city in the sky with one hand, it was the reckless bull who was pulling the chariot talking and talking to the little golden dragon.

The golden-backed bullock is huge, with a chaotic air, and its voice is dull, like thunder, resounding through the desert and Diguan.

Xiao Jinlong looked down coldly and did not speak. He could understand the words of all things, and he would naturally speak theirs.

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